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I added parts to chapter 6 and 7 that you must read before reading this chapter. They are at the end of chapter 6, and in the middle of chapter 7. PLEASE READ THEM BEFORE READING THIS!

AN: I had this chapter written like immediately after the last one, so I won't make you suffer for too long. I think next chapter will be the end for this story, since I will have gotten to the point I wanted to get you. But I promise you a sequel, because I love this story too much to part with it forever. And now… It's stopped being as funny, and now it's more romance and drama. But you see, this is actually what I'm best at writing. This sad stuff, this is my game now. The sequel… I don't know exactly how that will play out, but I have some ideas, and I'm always open for suggestion.

By the way, I reccomend listening to Christina Perri's "Jar of Hearts" while reading this, as that's what I was listening to when I wrote it. It's not particularly relevent, per say, but I still feel like somehow, it fits.

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or the amazing Billy Joel's "Only the Good Die Young" (If you do not like either of these things, I now ask you to imagine me glaring at you and telling you none too politely to GET OUT!)

Warnings: Yaoi (but no lemons, I wouldn't be able to write that), swearing, and Mello (although he's Christian in this story)

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Previously: "I won't let Matt sabotage his grades. Not for me." With Mello's newfound decision to talk to Matt he ran down the corridor. And opened his door to Matt pressing a dark haired boy of Hispanic origin, I think his name was Pablo, against the wall of their (Matt and Mello's) room, kissing him passionately. He punched a wall both in his anger and to attract their attention. When Matt and Pablo noticed him they broke apart. "Matt, I…"

And that's what you missed on GLEE! Just kidding, you're reading my fan fiction.

The Price That You Pay

Matt POV

"…I," But Mello did not finish his sentence. I could see tears in his eyes, the tears he was trying so hard to hold back, I could tell. I was wrong. I knew it. Wrong to think that I could try to use random guys to help me not love him anymore, or at least not so much that it hurt. Please god, Mello, yell at me, hit me, hurt me like you used to. But don't just stand there, looking like a kicked puppy. I won't be able to bear it. Please! I took a step forward. "No," he said sternly, tears in his throat. "Don't!" Oh god Mello, please, I'm sorry, I had no idea this would hurt you so much. I thought the kiss meant nothing to you, if I had known, if you had just told me. I love you! Please, just know that! I love you so much, first the attraction was just physical, but now Mello, I love you, I love who you are, so much. He looked at me, one long, last accusing glance, filled with so much hurt, and anger, and betrayal. He turned his back on me. "Mello!" I shouted. But he was gone. He had run away one more time, leaving me to sit and feel stupid.

Fuck. Fuck! FUCK. FUCK! I am a genius. But… I am an idiot.

And I lost him.

Mello POV

That wouldn't have hurt as much if not for what I had decided on the way to our room. I had decided that the "something" I was going to talk to Matt about was that in the time that we've spent together I fell in love with him. With all of him. His eyes, deep green, betraying his every emotion - the very reason he hid his most beautiful feature. His smile, his laugh, the way he always made me his top priority. And I thought that maybe, just maybe, he might love me too. But… "No!" I crumpled onto the floor, in the middle of the hallway, burying my face in my hands. I didn't care who saw me. Let them think what they want. There was no one I cared about as much as Matt. "Why? WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?" Pablo walked right past me, not caring. But somehow, I could not make this his fault. He wasn't the one who kissed me, and then made-out with another guy like our kiss meant nothing. It meant so much to me, so much that I didn't even know how to put it into words, until it was already apparent that my words wouldn't matter, that he wasn't really mine.

I didn't even feel alive anymore. I slept on the ground in the hallway that night, it would hurt too much to see him. I dragged myself to my first class; I couldn't even look at him, although he tried so damn hard to get my attention, to talk to me.

He had no other classes with me, and he wasn't at lunch, and I did not go to dinner. I sat on my bed, mindlessly and heartlessly doing homework, the same way I had done everything that day. Then the door tentatively opened, and he entered. "Mello, please, listen-" he began, but I cut him off.

"Why Matt? Why should I listen? You think you can just explain everything away. Well explain the fact that you kissed me, and then I see you locking lips with that… WHORE!"

"Mello, I kissed you three weeks ago. You refused to talk about it, so I assumed-"

"Don't assume! Don't ever assume! I couldn't talk about because no one had ever kissed me before, especially not a guy! But then, before walking in on you eating Pablo's face, I was going to tell you how much I love you! I love you so much Matt, and… GOD, YOU'RE SUCH AN IDIOT!"

"You love me?"

"I did."

AN: Well. So that was this chapter. Freaking Pablo, screwing shit up. I don't know if it seems like Mello over-reacted, but I think it's perfect if it does, because that's exactly like Mello. And also... I really wanted Mello to call Pablo a whore.

Love you like I forgot to last time (Oops),

BeautifulLie1313